It was in the fall of 1979. From the Noordoostpolder we drove with the Citroën 2CV4 from my mother to Haarlem. The Citroën GSX stood for a repair in the workshop of the Emmeloorder Citroënagent Dijkstra. The appointment for the family visit could go ahead, as we had the luxury of having two cars at home at the time.
I had looked forward to that trip to Haarlem in advance. 120 kilometers had to be covered with a 435 cc power source in the ultimate from A to B car. In advance, these were the ingredients to grant the Deux-Chevaux, which is marked 78-54-UD, hero status. I thought it was a thrilling idea that we were going to demonstrate that an almost unbridgeable distance also with this authentic and basic Citroën could be bridged. Everything that was bigger, more modern and at the same time so much duller could then be placed in perspective by the red one Citroën. That's how I experienced it as a child. The seed for my underdog sympathy was then planted.
With a big grin I experienced the so familiar ride from the polder to Haarlem. While the entire traffic supply of that moment swept past us, I showed awe for the hardworking Citroën 2CV. I was at peace with the utter lack of pace. The Calimero feeling did not take hold of me for a moment in the despite everything comfortable A-Citroën.
That cozy feeling disappeared instantly near Amsterdam. A gentleman made nervous maneuvers with his Porsche 911. I can still hear my father say it in surprise. "What is he doing now?" The Elfer landed on an exit lane and wanted to return to the main runway. My father anticipated with the Citroën 2CV4 and made room. The Porsche driver didn't understand my father's gesture and hit the brakes. We then passed him. "Then no boy", were the words innocently behind the tilted steering wheel of the Citroën came from.
In the end, the Porsche driver managed to merge. In no time he moved to our left. Sir was angry, honked and cut us off. Then he hurried away, gesturing vulgarly. Just restore the so-called pecking order. With a piece of life-threatening display of power. Because the driver of the Citroën 2CV4 inadvertently transformed the self-proclaimed XNUMXs Dandy in the Porsche into Calimero. Who took on one of the most original and basic cars in history: the Citroën 2CV4, which for him showed the relativity of everything. That easy-to-catch Deux Chevaux had apparently dominated the unsympathetic version of Calimero.
I will never forget it. It was the first time that I became aware of the phenomenon of traffic aggression. And that grimness ruined the ride for me, which I had been looking forward to so much beforehand. Fortunately, there was little consolation. Because I knew that a few days later we had another 120 kilometers with the Citroën 2CV4. Which happened without any problems in all respects. And that's why our Duck has forever hero status. At least for me. Because he then showed that simplicity can take you far, very far.